My expectations might have been too high for this book. I like my noir books well written, not packed to the gills with adjectives falling all over each other. Crumley would have benefited from an editor, to be sure. Detective sent to find a wandering husband, following in his wake for bar after bar across the West and finally catching up to him in Sonoma, CA, where a famous beer-drinking dog holds forth. The detective finds the famous poet three sheets to the wind, gets into a bar fight that leaves the writer with a bullet in his arse, and befriends him. A convoluted tale then unfolds, trying to track down the missing daughter of the bar owner, who’s been gone for 10 years.
Nothing good here, move along.